I Fix Air-Conditioner

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

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My House of Horrors

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Wang Dan and Yang Chen shared a look. As forensic students, they knew this smell too well.

"Isn't this too realistic? It's just a Haunted House, but it has applied actual formalin. Does Boss Chen not even care about cost?" Wang Dan stood at the entrance and did not enter.

"Underground morgue, formalin, corridor that is painted white…" Yang Chen glanced down the corridor, and he also stopped. "How come it feels like I've returned to school."

"Have you two entered your university's underground morgue?" Ah Nan walked over. He frowned slightly when the smell of formalin hit him. "I hear that when you students attend autopsy classes, the teacher will personally lead you to collect the cadaver, so you students should be more familiar with this underground morgue, right?"

First Split in the Road